Moreover, what have I become?!
I've been to London to see the Queen, as you know. I even got a specially produced tag - You know, like the one Paddington Bear wears? It was given to me by my dear friend, Donty, who also accompanied me at the end of May to our Buckingham Palace Garden Party. One of only two to be held this year, in the back gardens of Buck Palace. In her Majesty's (no, not Madonna! FGS...) Jubilee Year 'n' all.
It was fab. More later, I pwomise. Here's a mere tastette, it's about as much as we saw of the Queen, to be fair - The lure of cucumber and mint sandwiches and delicious cakies was too much, I'm afraid! We never even saw the rest of the royal party - When the second line formed after Queenie had passed by us, we sauntered off to the tea tent for second helpings, and to find somewhere nice to rest our feet. I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled!
What have I been up to else you cry? Well, perhaps you don't - Perhaps there's fewer of you there than before to care. Pity me, came the even louder cry.
Whelk, I've been busy.
Busy doing nothing.
No, busy being busy - Working at my voluntary job, applying for jobs (I even applied for security work for the Olympics, getting caught up in the whole G4S fiasco - Do you believe it? Moi??!); I've been rounding up bits of my course (ongoing), signing up for next year's Psychotherapy programme. In addition, I've been wrestling lions of anxiety fighting with the cheetahs of fear and self-doubt, as well as trying to sort out the dregs and pieces of my family's own anxieties. Perhaps theirs are wolves. Or tigers. They're certainly not as fun and bouncy as tiggers, to be sure.
A truly troubling time has been had by all.
I've been in avoidance of having much fun here, to be fair, as life was just getting a bit raw around the edges.
And now? I'm still waiting for the clouds to clear and the day to become brighter.
Sometimes life is just a little bit hard, is it not?!
I think so.
See you soon, my darlings.
